#then when id roll around and slam into walls

[chaotic-average-child]

Mfw i realize i might need to get an MRI

So like

A while ago like early 2021 and late 2022 and parts of late 2021 i got these weird like dizzy spells where like

My body goes numb starting from my lips and that's how I knew "aw shit here we go again" so i lay down because after the first time where I just went almost entirely numb before deciding 'hey maybe i should lay down maybe that'll help ' anyway i go numb starting from my lips, then the rest of my face then my finger tips start going out then my toes as it slowly creeps up and by that point I've already layed down and close my eyes because when they're open i literally can't process anything anyway, it's all fuzzy but not blurry, i can read things but can't like i imagine similar to dyslexia? Maybe? Where i can clearly see what I'm looking at but i also can't as all the colors kinda blur into eachother (i just get that occasionally but i can't remember if i got it before or after) anyway my body slowly just numbs to the point I'm just asleep now, sometimes I'll have gotten on my bed but other times I'm on my couch or under my bed (it's a loft i swear it makes more sense if uve seen my bed there's blankets down there and it's very comfortable) anyway It reminds me of migraine in the way that I'm intentionally sleeping but it feels more like I'm going unconscious if that makes sense, one moment I'm relaxed next I'm out kinda thing and anyway usually when i wake up the numbness is gone though sometimes i wake up too early and it's only like half way gone but that's workable... Anyway one time i was awake and it was around Easter and i can't remember if this was the first or second time this happened but it was early ish and anyway i was talking w my dad when suddenly my vision just kinda cuts him out

Ignore the poor editing but it kinda looked like when you fold a dollar bill to remove the face but the darkness was there but also not, like weird way like looking through a closed eye, with the other opened. And so i joke about it with my dad and his girlfriend who react more 'what the fuck are you talking about ' and i just say 'oh yea ig it's doing that' and my body goes numb i remember arguing about something then going to the living room and just bop I'm out like a light and when i wake up I'm off the couch and feel like hell but luckily not numb or anything just chalky tongue and sweaty. Anyway this happens for like a while and i assume it's just computer sickness then way after the fact i assume i might have had a seizure session for like a year 💀 where every so once in a while i just seize but like the more i think about it the more it doesn't make sense because i don't know why I'd even seize for that while but i mean I've gotten headaches and have a history of head trauma without going to the doctor or even treating it like a concussion ever. Despite having slammed my head incredibly hard... Anyway i get dizzy still but not as much numbing as much just nausea like on Halloween I almost collapsed but that could have been from pain since i sprained my ankle but i also got dizzy nausea wise again around mid November and another time around last week and I've been sick for the past 2 weeks ish (can't miss school because they said i used up my absences which... ) Anyway i might have had a bunch of seizures that still fuck w me or I've had a stroke lmao y'know normal haha funny things anyway either way I feel like i should get an MRI just to be safe

[wystericwoes]

“Pretty boy”

Inumaki Toge x reader

Fluff

Warnings: slight cursing

"You just don't understand Maki!"

You dramatically entered your room, putting your belongings on the floor and tossing yourself on the bed as she rested her weapon against the wall, crossing her arms and raising a suspicious brow at you.

You stared up at your dismal ceiling. Letting out a long sigh.

"He's just so pretty."

She observed you curiously as you thrashed around your bed.

"Maybe if you finally talked to him rather than hoping he'll magically become a mind reader-"

You tossed a pillow at her which she easily caught.

"I don't want him to become a mind reader, I just want him to like me and tell me!"

"But without him knowing you like him first? Yeah, because expecting him to make the first move is always the best thing to do.”

she adjusted her glasses and tossed the pillow back to you which you roughly caught and placed back.

You leaned against the wall and pulled your legs up to yourself, resting your chin on your knees.

"You don't get it, if I confess and he doesn't like me, I lose him."

"You're not going to 'lose him' from a confession. It takes more than that to scare him away sadly. We're all stuck together after all."

"Exactly!" You sat upright.

Maki rolled her eyes as you rambled.

"He'll get sick of me, having to see my face in class every day, every mission, all the time."

"You're so dramatic."

You pulled your phone, zooming in on a picture you snuck of him during training. He was looking off, his long eyelashes and smooth locks gracing his face like a goddamn angel.

"Its not fair!"

You set your phone aside so you could slam your face into your pillows and let out a muffled scream.

"Why can someone be so damn pretty? It shouldn’t be allowed!”

You huffed as you recalled his smooth skin and sharp features. Soft hair and gentle smiles.

You put your hands on your face and rolled over to your side facing the wall on your bed.

“You’re obsessed with him.. get a grip.”

Maki rolled her eyes placing a sassy hand on her hip with an annoyed expression.

“You wouldn’t get it. You’ve never had boy problems.”

Her jaw ticked.

“Id hardly call it boy problems if it’s just you sitting in bed thinking about him.”

You threw a pillow again, which she threw back again.

You caught the pillow and pulled it into yourself, hugging it tightly.

“You don’t gotta say it like that!”

You sat upright and whined.

“I just wanna hold his face and kiss it!”

You roughly imitated the motions of what you were saying and made a dramatic kissy face.

“And he kept smiling at me all day, with those big stupid pretty eyes! It’s like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah you don’t sound creepy at allll.”

She said sarcastically.

“It’s not creepy! It’s honest. It’s not like it’s my fault he’s got those stupid pretty lashes and that stupid silky hair and that stupid smooth skin!!”

“If you’re just gonna talk about Inumaki then I’m leaving.”

She turned around and began making paces out the door before you yelled at her to come back.

“Okay sorry!”

“Thank you.”

She made her way through your room and sat in your chair legs crossed facing the bed. You two sat in silence as she began pulling out her books and setting them on your desk to begin your nightly ritual of studying next to eachother. But she abruptly stopped her movements when you let out a long and hearty sigh, making her let a sigh of her own.

“Do you just want me to talk to him?”

“No! Thats 100 times worse.”

“Then get it over with yourself so he can at least reject you and you can move on already.”

“It’s different with him!”

“You’re absolutely delusional. We’re not in elementary school anymore, we communicate our issues like adults.”

You hated to admit that she was right. At this rate with your feelings, you would either drive yourself mad not knowing If he felt the same or if he didn’t. But Is it really better to be rejected than to never know at all? You silently weighed your options.

Maki opened a pencil case and pulled out a ballpoint pen, clicking the end as she started to write. The rhythmic sounds of it began to lull you into a daydream as you fantasized about him again.

Closing your eyes and succumbing to your own fantasies maki took it upon herself to take action. Because as much as she valued you as a friend, if she had to what about your fanatical little crush one more time- she’d lose it.

A few minutes had passed as you remained unmoving.

“Y/n?”

She whispered.

Asleep.

She chuckled to herself as she carefully grabbed your phone Off the bed typed in your passcode, opening up recent messages.

>Toge Inumaki 🩵

>Nobara Kugisaki

>Gojo-Sensei

She cringed to herself as she clicked on Inumakis name and the heart.

Y/n: Hey Inumaki, sorry to bother you. Are you free to hang out soon?

Maki set down the phone content with her text. Not expecting the phone to ding seconds later.

Inumaki: Hang out?

Y/n: Yeah, is that okay?”

Inumaki: ofc it’s okay lol I just don’t know you wanted to hang out with me

Y/n: well ofc! I really like being with you.

She watched as the three dots popped up, anticipating his response.

Inumaki: As long as you’re sure you wanna. Just us?

Maki cringed as her fingers hit the keypad and typed the response.

Y/n: Yeah. I wanna be alone with you :) If you’re okay with that.

Maki looked up from the screen to check that you were still asleep, confident you were since you were even drooling a little- she went back to work.

Inumaki: sounds good, what about the movies tonight?

Tonight?? Maki bit her nail as she looked back from the phone to you back to the phone.

Y/n: sounds great! Text me the deets and I’ll be there.

She got up and tapped your shoulder until you stirred awake.

“Hey! Wake up.”

You pushed her hand away as your eyes slowly rose. Maki shoved your phone in your face.

“I got you a date.”

[angelsrcute]

OKAY PLS HEAR ME OUT. BARBATOS X MC SMUT BUT ITS LIKE ROYAL DEMON READER MC X BARBIE PLSPLSPSLSPSLLSLSSPS IM BEGGING ON HANDS AND KNEES (copy and pasted that) OKAY SO ID HONESTY BE HAPPY WITH ANYTHING BUT IM THINKING A FEMALE READER AND BARBIE, LIKE obv smut 👀👩‍🦯 IM NOT ASHAMED I honestly don't even know dom reader? Dom barbie? ANYTHING 🙏🙏🛐🛐🛐🤲🙏🤲🙏🤲🙏🤲🙏

⌗ BEEN TRYIN’ HARD NOT TO OVEREAT, YOU'RE JUST SO SWEET. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ 𝐍–𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 !! ; Dom!Barbatos + Sub!F!Reader ➜ cws: Jealous!Barb, fingering, rough sex, mating press, dirty talk, aftercare, biting, monster cock. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭ — I hope you enjoy this! + i fixed the mistakes, sorry (;´Д⊂)

Barbatos was absolutely pissed. Last time he checked, demons were supposed to be not friendly, so why were you talking to a human? And of all people, it had to be that bastard Solomon. He's convinced Solomon was trying to anger him by talking to his fiancée, those looks that laugh at him for being so pathetic.

Barbatos is a very calm man; very calm. So, he walks to you and takes you to one of the guest rooms in the castle, pushing you inside and locking it. "I specifically told you not to talk with him, no? You could've waited for me."

Light kisses make their way down your body, while his fingers quickly pump into your throbbing pussy. Your moans grow louder, hips arching into his touch for more. He leans in to capture your lips, silencing you as you both breathe heavily. "It'd be so good if that bastard was here to see this sight," he whispered into your ear, a gleam of wicked pleasure in his gaze, "that he shouldn't take something that belongs to me."

With his free hand, he pinches and teases your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. Your body shudders as you gush around his invading digits, your thighs trembling. Barbatos removes his fingers, bringing them back to his lips to lick them clean.

Spreading your legs wide, he lines up hiscock at your entrance, slowly thrusting in, watching your eyes roll back at the feeling of being stretched. As he picks up the pace, his hips slamming against yours, you can feel the force driving you deeper into the plush mattress. He nibbles on your earlobe, whispering filthy words, "You like that—? Like it when I'm rough with you? How cute.”

You clench around his cock, gripping him as he continues to fill your pussy, each thrust causing the headboard to creak against the wall. Oh, right, this monstrous cock, which is currently destroying your insides. Marking your pretty neck with love bites before licking them to clean up the blood.

"Too much 'barbs—please let me cum!"

"Good girls get rewarded, you'll get yours soon, so don't cum without my permission." A smack to your ass makes you cry out loud, babbling about how mean he is. He thrusts inside you a few more times, before filling you up with his seed. You cum soon after. He pulls out, picking up your tired body and cleaning you up.

Diavolo sure wonders why his sister can't stand straight, but he smiles at the sight of barbatos helping you stand, hand wrapped around your waist for support. Such a cute couple you both are, he thinks.

[makethemhoesmad]

i could be better

nika muhl x reader

18+

shoutout to @lucespeaks bc she shared the nika deets

good luck

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“where’s your boy-toy pretty thing?” i turn my head up from texting my now ex boyfriend and see an astonishingly familiar face. going to uconn, i would know nika muhl anywhere. “he left, didn’t like sitting here doing nothing and said he had better girls to fuck.” she rolls her eyes, slinking her arm around my waist and pulling me against her. “i don’t think i could think of a girl id rather fuck right now. wanna get out of here with me?” pressed up against her and feeling the way her body moves, there’s literally zero chance i would say no. “sure babe.”

you could ask me where nika lived and i would have no idea, because i do not remember a single detail about that car ride besides the exact designs of the tattoos on her hands. her fucking hands, which kept creeping along my inner thighs. 

“come on, be a good girl for me and tell me what you want” i whimpered. as soon as nika has parked the car, she had me hustled into her apartment and against her wall. “pretty? it’s not gonna happen if you don’t tell me what you want to happen.” i huffed against her neck, gasping out “your mouth, please” she smirks, then shimmies my pants down my legs as she settles on her knees.

 she grins up at me for a minute. “what?” i say, irritated. “i was going to tell you how pretty your pussy was, but i guess not, since you wanna have that attitude with me.” with no warning, she flattens her tongue against my core. my legs buckle as a wave of pleasure courses through me. she briefly pulls away to place three of her fingers in her mouth. i whine needily, but am cut off by both her tongue against me and her fingers slamming into me. 

“so wet for me, i’m sure you were never this wet for that boyfriend of yours” 

“ex boyfriend” i gasp out, trying not to fall to the ground. 

she sucks on my clit, hard. that’s what it takes for me to tumble over the edge. she holds my hips still as i climax, then pushes me down to my knees as she stands up.

“go ahead and return the favor darling.”

i pull her shorts away, then tongue at her clit. she doesn’t make any noise, but i hear her breathe in sharply, which i take as a good sign. she grinds into my face, then climaxes on my tongue. 

“you planning on staying here, or do i need to drive you home?” ha. like i could walk right now. 

“as long as your okay, ill stay here”

she helps me up, holding my hips so i can make it to what i assume to be her room. the bed is made, but she easily slips under the covers and pulls me in. she tucks her face into my neck, pressing kisses there. i’m about to fall asleep, when nika pulls her face away and asks, “did your ex fuck you like that baby?” i turn away, embarrassed by what the answer would be. “cmon, you can tell me.” i take a breath. “he didn’t like eating me out. he told me he didn’t believe in orally pleasing women.” her eyes widen in shock as she pulls me impossibly closer to her. “if you were mine, i would eat your pussy any time i could, lovely” i feel my stomach flutter. i wrap my legs around her and cuddle in, sleeping warmer and more loved than i ever felt with him. maybe she could be better.

[dreamersparacosm]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗

featuring austin butler

phone sex (n): sexually explicit telephone conversation engaged in for the purposes of sexual gratification.

nsfw!

note ; ok wait does anyone remember when we had long discourse about phone sex w Austin on this page. well. here it is baes

warnings ; phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk

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Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up…

“Hello?”

Your voice is sweet like honey, tone chipper and bubbly. He swears he can hear the blinding smile that adorns your face, the way your lips curve upwards at his caller ID glowing on your phone.

“Hi, baby.” The contrast in his timbre versus yours causes your eyes to squint. There’s an underlying darkness, rough at the edges and on the verge of a plea. “Doing anything important right now?”

His question makes you pause in your tracks, put your book down and remove your glasses from where you’re perched on the couch. It’s been a long week for him. With all the press surrounding his new films and pending nominations for Elvis, he’s been busier than he would’ve liked.

“Not really, just reading,” You cross your legs, hanging onto his every word. It might have been a long week for him, but you’ve been running on fumes with your vibrator in tow. Both of you were often oblivious to the way you made each other feel. “I miss you, Aus.“

“Miss you too, princess,” His drawl is smooth like butter, rolls off his tongue easily and you think of his plump, bubblegum pink lips that swell after kissing you for more than five minutes. That thought alone is enough to send you into a frenzy.

He clears his throat, “I-Can you, uh, do something for me?”

You sit up a little at the inquiry, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “Of course, honey.”

“Okay, well, I jus’ need you. That’s all. I miss you so damn much I feel like I’m going crazy in my hotel room. And those pictures from last week of you in that red bikini are not helping me, baby. Already came twice from those pictures in the last twenty minutes.”

Your jaw unhinges, eyes bulging out of your sockets as your boyfriend’s words register in your brain. The syllables fly around, slam into the walls of your skull. Austin isn’t normally like this. Sure, you two have had your fair share of sex escapades where the adrenaline outweighs everything, but when he’s like putty in your hands, it’s hard to deny him.

“I-I didn’t know those pictures did it for you,” You squeak out, blinking a few times.

“You kidding, baby? Hottest shit I ever saw. And that’s kinda why I called, well not really, but I don’t know, just wanted to see if you could send a few more.” His cautious tone makes your heart skip a few beats, always the nice boy his mother raised him to be. You hear rustling in the background, something like bedsheets, and you can only assume it’s Austin readjusting himself on his bed.

“Are you touching yourself?” You bite your lip, a sharp inhale of air entering your lungs.

“Yes.”

The whimper that develops at the back of your throat is unavoidable. Something deep and guttural that makes you feel uneasy and sends shivers down your spine. A mental image of Austin by himself in his room, chasing an orgasm sloppily while his hand is clenched around his cock, and the fiery red hue of his tip is enough to drench your panties with your own arousal.

You cozy yourself onto your couch, head rested up against the armrest, thighs spreading for him so easily like they always do. He continues on, a desperation in his words, “What are you wearing, baby?”

“One of your t-shirts,” You hum. “The one you like that barely covers my ass. And no bra. Wanted to be comfy.”

“Jesus Christ,” There’s a pause and you hear him groan, and you assume he’s reached down to jerk himself off at a faster pace. “Wish I could come up from behind you every time that shirt rises up, and press my cock in between your ass.”

“I’m even wearing that black lacy underwear you bought me for our anniversary,” You lower your voice to match his own seductive tone, playing with your hardened nipples through his t-shirt. “Can snap a few pictures to send to you.”

“Fucking hell,” He groans, “Need to see how good your pussy looks in that.”

Before you can even answer, your free hand is slipping into the waistband of your underwear, feeling the arousal that has pooled between your slit. You lift his shirt up to where your neck is, pulling the phone away from your ear to snap a picture of you with his favorite underwear, and your throbbing nipples.

You know he’s received the picture when you hear a slew of profanities exit his mouth, the sound of his hand jerking up and down his cock flooding through the telephone. “Baby, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, holy shit.”

You let out a giggle, your hand wandering back down to your clit, lazily toying with it. A sigh of relief falls from your lips at the pressure. “Need you inside of me so bad right now.”

“Wish I was there to take care of you,” He sighs. “Miss those filthy little moans of yours.”

That statement alone elicits a dirty sound from you, and he whines at the thought of his own cock causing you to make a noise like that. He hasn’t had you in the way he’s needing in so long — feels like it’s been forever since he last tasted you on his tongue, since your tits bounced in his face as you rode him into oblivion, since your tongue grazed over his tip and took him whole.

“Remember the day before y-you left and you a-ate me out in the shower? Fuck, I miss that,” You lose a bit of your composure, grinding against your hand that is furiously working against your clitoris.

He knows from your staggered words that you’re touching yourself too. “Rubbing that clit for me, baby?”

“Y-yes,” You whine. “It’s not enough, Aus. I need you.”

“I know, baby, I know. I’ll be home so soon. Gonna fuck you right on that couch,” He refers back to your picture and where you’re located.

There is a moment of silence between you two, your imagination running rampant as you think about the logistics of sex on your couch: you riding him, his hands firmly glued onto your hips, guiding you as he unintentionally bruises them with his grip.

You slow down a bit, trying to contain yourself, during which you can also hear his shaky breathing break through the line. You sigh, curling your wrist the way he usually did and jamming two fingers into your hole. All you can hear is your juices squelching from your impending orgasm.

“Shit, I’m so close,” He breathes out exasperatedly. Your own movements are frazzled, the familiar fire rooting itself in your abdomen.

You want him there so bad, need him there to work you through your orgasm. “Wanna cum for you so bad,” You whimper, your fingers soaked in your fluids and your eyes squeezed tight, bracing for impact.

All you can think about, or see, is him. You don’t bother to lull yourself from the depths of your orgasm as it wracks over your entire body, your walls clenching around your fingers as his name flies from your lips like it’s the only thing he’s ever known. And with the way you say his name, he’s cumming too, white, hot liquid spurting from his burning tip and ruining the sheets.

There’s a pause as you two collect yourselves, sit there without a word or coherent thought to share.

He breaks the silence first, “Might have to go away more often if this is what I get out of it.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, no fucking way.”

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masterlist + request

[droewyn]

RedSpidey plot bunny, free to a good home

Because I'm not confident enough in my BatFam to write them, but this lives in my head rent-free, and I'd love to read it.

Peter Parker / Tim Drake crossover by way of the multiverse.

"Lost objects" soulmate AU. In this AU, anything that you lose winds up in the possession of your soulmate. You can't game the system by throwing things away on purpose; it has to actually be lost.

Six months after the events of No Way Home, Peter Parker is going through the motions. "Peter Parker" himself barely exists anymore; he's faked his own credentials -- not particularly difficult after the Blip -- but those carefully forged ID papers are really all that's left of him. Peter Parker is the nonentity who delivers photos to Jameson. He's the bane of his landlord's existence. The rest of the time, he's Spider-Man.

Peter Three said that he'd eventually stopped pulling his punches. Peter One has stopped ducking them. Oh, he dodges the flung busses, the vaporizing energy rays, and the mutagen grenades. He's not suicidal. Not... not really. He takes the big threats seriously; the city can't afford for him not to. But the street-level thugs and muggers really can't do too much to hurt him, even if they're armed. He'll heal. He always heals. And while they last, those cuts and bruises (and occasional gunshot wounds) remind him that he's real, that he's not just a ghost, haunting New York, possessing his own superhero identity. The pain is a reminder that he's not dead. Which is important. Probably.

He's long since stopped wondering about his soulmate. He still keeps the random objects that he finds, storing them safely in a shoebox under his bed, but it's mostly out of habit. Whoever keeps misplacing the coffeeshop punch-cards, the occasional roll of film, the weird-looking charging cables and bits of disassembled tech, and that one really tacky, bat-shaped throwing star that probably came from the same mall kiosk that sold knockoff Lord of the Rings swords... whoever that person is, they are better off far, far away from Peter. From Spider-Man.

It's been a particularly bad night. He's bruised. He's bloody. He hasn't bothered to look at the camera's memory yet, but he's pretty sure that there won't be anything usable on it. His third eviction notice has been taped to his door, and the contents of his refrigerator should be classified as a bioweapon. He's just. So tired. He barely manages to peel the mask off before flopping into bed, the fabric still clutched between his fingers.

And when he wakes up again, he's in a bedroom larger than his entire apartment, in a bed softer than a cloud (and quite possibly also larger than his entire apartment), and the only thing more astonishing than the thread count of the sheets he's tangled in is the sleeping face of the pretty, black-haired boy roughly his own age, whose nose is eight inches from his own.

Blue eyes blink open, going from sleepy to alert in an instant. The boy's feet kick out, and ow, did they have to connect with the kidney that was still recovering from the stab wound? He finds himself literally booted out of bed, blinking dazedly at a ceiling that doesn't have any water damage at all, and it's only his Peter T... spider sense that gets him to move in time to avoid the staff that slams into the carpet where his head had just been.

Who the hell sleeps with a weapon within reach? A quick thwip, and a practiced jerk of his wrist, and the staff sticks harmlessly to the wall. (It's not a double-standard, okay? Just because he's been sleeping in his costume more often than not lately doesn't make it intentional, just... efficient.)

The black-haired boy also enjoys efficiency. He's firing question after question at Peter, even as he chases him around the room. Who is he working for? What does he want? How did he get inside the bedroom? Something about the main character of Persona 5? Peter's not sure about that one. They're all excellent questions, and ones he'd also like to know the answers to. But he can hear other heartbeats nearby, other voices, running footsteps. He's about to be outnumbered. He also just woke up, hasn't had a chance to pee yet, and his mouth tastes disgusting.

He goes out the window and keeps going, until he gets to a city that definitely isn't New York, and he's managed to lose all of the weirdly competent rich people.

It doesn't take him long to realize that he's in another universe. He's also pretty sure this one isn't his fault; he's stayed as far away from Dr. Strange as he has everyone else from his former life, and he hasn't had any big villains in a while. Not that it really matters; he's back to square one again, only this time, all he has is the suit on his back, a phone that won't connect to anything, and a handful of spare web fluid cartridges tucked into his pocket.

He needs to find a way home. He needs to figure out what happened, and how and why, and fix it. Doesn't he? He doesn't exist here, and okay, he barely existed back home, but that's where he's meant to be. Isn't it? Where every familiar landmark is a bad memory, and "I Believe Mysterio" shirts are commonplace. Where he's just as likely to be cursed at as thanked, and no matter what he does, nothing ever seems to get any better. Not for him, or for anyone else.

He's hungry. He's more alone than he's ever been in his life. He finds a place to squat for the night, and falls into an uneasy sleep.

He wakes up in the black-haired boy's bed again.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

I watched some rodeos today so that means I desperately need to write about 20 year old non pilot Jake being a cowboy and terrifying his New York dads. (Here’s prequel to this fic)

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Chris, David, Wolfman and Lucas are all up on the fences watching. They all are used to this kind of thing. Oh the joys of growing up in Texas.

Tom, Ron, and Hollywood are in the stands. They all keep flinching when people get tossed. Tom’s nails are digging into Ron’s arm. He gasps every time someone lands wrong. He can’t believe they let their kid do this.

They’re in Vegas. All things considered a fun trip. They all took vacation time for this. Promised that if Jake used his fake ID they won’t call him on it. This is the final day of four for the rodeo.

Jake’s good. Too good. Ron can’t stand to watch him most days. Terrified that their kid is going to slam his head and not get back up.

Lucas promises him that he’ll be over the fence first before anyone else can be. Ron supposes an ER nurse is better then the paramedics they’ve got on ground.

-

Jake is hopping in place. He can feel the energy of the stadium, he watches them put the bull in the corral, Hell Maker is his name. Jake slides his helmet on and climbs the fence. He settles on the bull.

He hears the announcer.

“And now. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. He’s one of the best twenty year olds competing he’s got a real chance at winning this Frank.”

“You’re so right Shawn. His father rode in Texas circles, Chris Seresin is in the crowd tonight. We’ll remind y’all listeners that the Seresins have a long history in riding rodeo.”

Jake shakes off the nerves. He knows he’s best. He can make it twelve seconds. Has to.

-

As he’s flying through the air it’s in slow motion. He made it nineteen seconds. He beat the records in place. Jake is going to make his dads buy him so many drinks tonight.

He slams into the ground. He tucks and rolls. He leaps up and takes off for the siding. Makes it over right at the bull slams into the wall.

Suddenly Jake is being held in the air. He shrieks, David and Wolf have him on their shoulders. Chris and Lucas are standing grinning up at him. Chris opens his arms and Jake jumps down and into them.

“Baby you did so good. I’m so proud of you.”

Jake sees his pa and tata make their way over to him. He’s surrounded by everyone suddenly. He’s so overwhelmed. He has to blurt it out now or he’s going to explode.

“I think this is going to be the last pro competition I do. Gonna go to med school.” They all stare at him for a second. “I’m not going to stop riding. Just no more getting thrown off intentionally.”

Ron is the first to react. “Chickie thank god.” He scoops Jake into a hug. Tom hugs him from the side. Chris plucks the hat off Jake’s head and kisses his hair.

He’s then passed to all of his uncles. Lucas looks like he might cry. He holds Jake’s face for a second. “You’ll be incredible.” Jake grins at him. “Wanna be a nurse like you. Help people.” Lucas lets the tears go down his face now. David loops his arm around his neck.

Jake is grabbed by Hollywood and Wolfman, Holly is grinning at him. He passes over two hundred bucks. “What the fuck?” Wolf blushes. “We made a bet on which career you’d follow. Decided you’d get the money no matter what happened.” Jake laughs. He grabs the two of them into a hug.

A photographer comes over and asks to take a photo of Jake with his dad. Chris smiles and agrees. Women still practically faint for him at points. Ron and Tom smile at the two of them. Jake is every bit his dads son.

Jake ends up getting a trophy. He’s proud of it but is even more proud of the money he wins at slots two nights later. All of them insist he cheated. He didn’t he’s just lucky.

-

In his thirty’s he talks Bradley into going to the rodeo, Bradley thinks it’s insane that Jake’s dads let him do this. Jake points out Mav and Goose had Bradley up in planes when he was definitely too young.

Bradley leans over while they watch the kids rodeo, “our kids are never doing this.” Jake stares at him. They’ve barely talking marriage. Fuck, Jake wants kids with Bradley. He flushes, “okay. They’re learning how to ride horses though.” Bradley nods. He presses a kiss to Jake’s head. “Anything you want sweetheart.”

[lovelyiida]

hello! id like to send a light pink letter to iida, and if you do supernatural au's can you write headcanons of vampire! iida x human reader?

YAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!! IM LIVING SO HARD FOR THIS YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND!

WARNINGS: mentions of neck biting, fluff, implied fem reader

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VAMPIRE IIDA HEADCANNONS WOULD INCLUDE…

• the both of you met by accident.

• you were a tourist visiting the well acclaimed Iida castle. The only vampire castle known in Japan.

• it was known for many people to see the vampires lurking around the castle at night, but those were myths that no one could crack with solid evidence.

• so you decided to venture off to the castle alone, past visiting hours.

You didn’t believe it at first when you entered the large castle. It was a dark night, the moonlit a white haze across the land as it was the only present light within the castle.

The floor creaks as each step you place on the floor echoes loudly through the old castle. Centering more into the castle, you find a room. Turning on your phone flashlight you squint close to the room's door.

The door reads “ALL GUESTS PERMITTED TO NOT ENTER,” in big bold red letters, you grew curious.

What could be behind this door?

A smirk plastered over your lips, “luckily I’m not a guest, I’m a visitor.” Hand reaching out towards the door handle, you jiggle the handle.

It’s unlocked.

Were they that stupid to think no one would come up here and not try to unlock the door? Pushing the door open, you were amazed at the sight before you.

Four coffins laid perfectly against the walls, two on each side. Looking closer you realized they all had names, these were the Iida family coffins!

Amazed you step cautiously towards them, pulling your phone out you snap a couple of photos. Satisfied with your journey, you decided to take it a step further.

You were finally going to film some proof, turning on the record button. You start to film each coffin.

Hand grazing each coffin softly, you couldn’t believe you were here.

You walked around some more until you stopped at one particular coffin. The coffin was dark blue, with gold trim around it and red rubies encrusted beautifully within the trim.

Looking up you read the coffin's name,

TENYA IIDA

You let out a shaky breath, biting your lip you touch the handle of the coffin. If you were going to record proof, it was gonna be some damn good proof.

Taking in a deep breath, you forcefully open the casket. Eyes scanning the casket with excitement, you automatically frown.

“Nothing!” You yelled aloud.

Nothing but cobwebs, and cracked wood. Huffing out a breath you close the casket back, stomping towards the door. Pissed that it’s possible this castle is just some marketing scheme.

Grabbing the handle, you jiggle the handle a little bit noticing that you couldn’t open the door.

Locked? Just great.

“Maybe they did think someone would come in here,” you say letting out a defeated chuckle.

“That they would me me.”

A deep voice spoke in your ear, eyes widening in shock. You turn around only to see a tall figure towering over you.

Skin white as the moonlight, eyes blood red, and hair as dark as the midnight sky.

A vampire!

You let out a shriek, body slamming into the door as you start to yell out pleas. This makes the vampire roll his eyes.

Crouching down to your cowering figure, he grabs your shoulders. Getting closer to your body, you whimper in fear.

The vampire grabs your face forcefully, turning your face to the opposite side of him. Leaving your neck exposed and out in the open.

You feel his cold breath against your neck, sharp teeth begin to graze at your skin, tears well down your face as you say your prayers.

You’ve lived a good life, you thought.

“Tch,”

Eyes shooting to his face, you see him with a smug smirk. “You thought I would bite you? I could never harm a pretty girl like you.”

• not gonna lie, after that you were putty in his hands.

• that same night he let you go, as you promised you would tell anyone of his existence. But it seemed that as much as you tried to fight it, you kept on finding your way back to his castle.

• From simple visits to spending multiple nights over. You were infatuated with the being that Iida was, as he was also infatuated with you.

• Deeply, infatuated.

You started to grow a bond with Iida, a romantic bond at most. You noticed the way he looked at you, so protective. As if you were the most fragile thing in the world.

“You could stay here forever…with me.”

The both of you were out in the courtyard, white roses bloomed beautifully as the moonlight danced above them. You look into Iida’s deep amber eyes, a frown present on your lips.

“I could?” You say, Iida grabs ahold of your waist.

His cold hands placed softly on your waist, pulling you close to him. Leaning in he presses a soft kiss against your lips.

Pulling away, he tucks your hair behind your ear. “With a single bite, you’ll become like me, and you’ll be mine forever…if the gods are willing.”

Staring into his eyes, you let out a breath.

“You can bite me, let me become one with you.”

[pickledpascal]

Killer Queen

Chapter Two: Walk This Way

Warnings: barely any plot, smut, oral, could be considered a bit non-con but id say its more consensual non-con, the start of some pavloving, slurs

Word Count: 2.9k

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Taking care of Soldier Boy, and housing him, was not what Amber signed up for when Butcher told her about this imaginary weapon. But Ben was powerful, very powerful. Enough to take away the powers of any Supe within distance of his blast. So Amber complied with Butcher's request. She was careful enough not to drive down any populated areas just in case the street cameras caught a glimpse of him. 

"Man, you live in the middle of fucking nowhere." Ben murmured as he slammed the car door shut and took in the house in front of them. 

It wasn't too far away from the city but far enough that Butcher trusted Ben, and Ryan, wouldn't be found. Ryan especially. The house looked plain on the outside, siding painted white with blue roofing, and had two stories. But there were a few surprises inside. 

Amber bit the inside of her cheek. The urge to slam the guy against her car and show him who the boss was bubbled inside her. She refrained with gritted teeth. "Might be good for you, not fucking randos every chance you get." She led Ben inside, checking to see if Eden was home. If she was, Ryan wasn't too far behind. "Eden! Where ya at?" 

"My room!" She heard her friend call back. 

Amber had Ben stay in the living room as she went to go talk to her friend. Which left him with the only option to look around the house. He observed the living room. A flat screen TV donned a wall while framed posters hung on other walls. They looked like movie posters but Ben didn't know any of them. 

After a few minutes, Ben got bored and ventured into other parts of the house. The kitchen was uninteresting. Partly because he didn't care about cooking. So he scaled the stairs and tried to look through a few rooms. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Most were locked until he came to one at the end of the hall.

"Oh, hello," Ben hummed as he entered. Lights were hung up at the edges of the ceiling, there were quite a few shelves hung up, more posters, a desk, and a large bed that sat in the middle of the room. 

But what piqued his interest the most was the porn magazine that rested at the edge of the bed, it was open but faced down to keep its place at a certain page. Ben lifted it to take a look and blinked, heat on his face. He didn't think shit like that affected him anymore. Nonetheless, it did. On the page was a girl, with a strap-on, fucking a guy whose face was incredibly blissed out. 

Ben nearly dropped the magazine when the door behind him slammed closed. "Whatcha got there?" Amber glared at him. 

"Found it." The man tried to be as nonchalant as possible but it wasn't working, Amber could tell how he felt. 

But Amber could care less about that. She snatched the magazine from his hands and threw it on her desk. "Look, I have a few rules I'm gonna need you to follow." Ben rolled his eyes but stayed silent. "A kid lives here and I don't need you being a dick or saying something you shouldn't." Amber took a breath. She was way too worked up and she knew it. Might be best she kicked Ben out of her room after this and did something with her frustration. "Don't be saying slurs and shit, at least not when he's around." 

"God," Ben sighed, shaking his head. "Y'all are a bunch of pussies these days, huh?" In the last few days, he could tell the world was a lot more sensitive than back in his day.

Amber's jaw clenched. Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath. She tried to remind herself that she needed to calm down. "I can take your shit but I don't want this kid growing up to be like you." She stared him down. They were the same height and Ben was physically bigger than her but Amber knew she would be able to hold her own against him, nuclear powers or not. 

That cut Ben a little deeper than expected. So he returned the fire like he always did. "So he could grow up to be like you? A tranny who probably didn't get enough pussy so he decided to get one for himself, huh?" 

Amber let out a breath through her nose and decided fuck it. She grabbed Ben's jaw harshly, causing him to claw at her shoulder to try and get her off him. She didn't budge. Not an inch. Amber grabbed one of his arms and twisted it behind his back. Ben winced. He hadn't felt that kind of hurt in a while. "You think you're funny? Watch your fucking mouth." She whispered into his ear, "Or maybe," Amber glanced down. Ben had quite the hard-on. "Maybe you need a lesson." 

"Fuck you." Ben growled, his nostrils flaring as his other hand grabbed at Amber's arm. 

Amber twisted his arm a little more, making him take in a sharp breath. "Say it again. Tranny. I fucking dare you." Her breath was hot against Ben's ear and he couldn't help the strained noise that escaped his lips. Her brain lit up with a twisted desire. The man was all macho on the outside but he liked this. Not being in control, letting her take the reins. 

"You didn't even cut off your cock, huh?" Ben could feel Amber's crotch against his back as he struggled. "I bet any guy in their right mind wouldn't like that," He accentuated the word. Partly because he wanted to see what would happen if he did. "Tranny." 

That was it. Amber let go of his jaw and slammed Ben against the wall. His cheek was pushed up against it as he struggled to break free. "You like it." She pushed her knee between his legs. He swallowed, not wanting to admit it. "Be a good boy and do what I say and you might be able to form a coherent thought tomorrow." 

"Fuck off." Ben spat. The only response he could come up with.

Amber clicked her tongue, "That's no way to talk to a girl." She kicked the back of his knee, causing him to lose balance so she pushed him onto her bed. "You were looking at my porn for a few seconds too long for you to be disgusted by it. You liked it. You want that don't you?" She bent over him, flush against his ass as she whispered into Ben's ear. "You're lucky I come with the attachment." 

Ben glared at her from the side of his eyes. "I'm not a fucking bitch. You can't–" Amber took off her shirt and suddenly he was speechless. Her hands were removed but he stayed there. On the bed. By choice. 

"Can't what?" Amber grabbed the back of Ben's head by his hair and pulled. He let out an involuntary whimper. "You like me being in charge. I think I could do whatever I wanted with you and you'd like it." 

Ben swallowed thickly. Somehow, Amber figured him out in the matter of being with him for just a few hours. He had been at the top for years, in all senses of the word. And, well, Amber was one of the only women to ever retaliate against that. And had the strength to match. His body responded to that in ways his brain told him it shouldn't. 

Amber retracted her hands and looked down at Ben with a dark glint in her eyes. "Tell me you don't want me and I won't. But if you do, you're going to be mine. And that means every single time you do something wrong, you're gonna face consequences." 

Ben's eyes narrowed a bit at the mention of punishment. A part of him wanted to know what they could be. "Fine." He huffed, sitting up on the bed. 

"Then get on your knees." Amber ordered as she unzipped her pants. Underneath was a pair of plain blue underwear. Ben complied without a second thought. He didn't know why. Just her voice—the way she sounded, he had to listen to her. "That's better." She ran a hand through Ben's dark hair before she gripped it tightly. "You said a few choice words earlier. Hurtful stuff. Which means you don't get what you want. Only good boy's do." Amber slipped her underwear off and shoved her cock in his mouth. 

Ben let out a noise of surprise and tried to push off her but Amber's grip on his head was like a vice. No budging. Her dick was long enough that it made Ben gag but he couldn't move his head and so he was forced to adjust to the feeling of her in his mouth. It took a while. Tears started to form at the edges of his eyes and saliva dripped from his mouth. Ben couldn't remember the last time he cried. He couldn't remember if he cried at all. His brain felt fuzzy and he wasn't sure why. It scared him. And excited him all at the same time. Ben's hands naturally sat behind his back after a while. Amber hadn't even told him. 

"That's a good boy." Amber used her free hand to brush a few strands of hair that fell into Ben's face. "If I let go, are you gonna be a really good boy and suck me off?" She loosened her grip on his hair. Just enough to let him nod. 

Ben looked up at her and nodded. There was an eagerness in his eyes that wasn't there before. So Amber completely loosened her grip as he swallowed, causing a soft sigh to escape her lips. Ben had no practice in this area, at all, but there was that gnat in the back of his head that seemed to know what to do. With its guidance, he started to move his head. His gag reflex seemed to disappear since Amber's cock hit the back of his throat multiple times. 

He loved it. 

He didn't know why. In his right mind, Ben might've been disgusted with himself. Scratch that. He certainly would have been disgusted. But he wasn't. 

Ben loved the noises Amber made. Small huffs of air or light pants escaped her lips. He also loved the power she had over him. The way she could have easily shoved him onto her bed and had her way with him didn't go unnoticed. Instead, Amber chose this. Similar. But different where it counted. Ben, begrudgingly, knew he would have liked that too. 

"Almost there…" Amber breathed, twirling a finger around a few strands of Ben's hair. "You want a taste, right?" 

Ben simply hummed in response, a little too focused on getting her off that he didn't fully register the question and what it meant. And then he felt something shoot down his throat. He pulled off Amber, coughing. Nothing came up since he already swallowed it but the surprise was enough.

Amber looked down at him, amused as she pulled her underwear back up. She tilted Ben's head back up at her with a finger under his chin. "Stand up, sweetheart." Ben pursed his lips as he slowly stood on wobbly legs. She guided him into her bed with a hand on his waist. 

Like a switch, Ben drew in a deep breath. "I can't believe I fucking did that…" That headspace. He didn't know he was capable of going there. Especially with someone like Amber. And, strangely, he didn't mean her extra parts. 

Amber let out a small laugh as she got redressed. "You know I own you now." She whispered. She could picture Aang's disappointed face. 

Ben swallowed at her tone. He did. God, he did. "I'm not… easy." He sat up a little in the bed, bending his knee. Ben wet his lips as he looked up at her. She was standing at her full height and he felt… small. 

"I don't expect you to be." Amber said honestly with an eyebrow cocked. She imagined it strained Ben to be even a little open with her about his feelings. "Unfortunately, you're a product of your time. It's the 21st century, though, so you don't get a fucking pass if you wanna act all pissy anymore." 

Ben stared up at her, jaw clenching and unclenching. He looked away, a scoff escaping his lips before he could even think about it. 

The bed shifted with the added weight of Amber. "You want something." She studied his face. As much as Soldier Boy wanted to hide his emotions, they showed on his face. They usually came out as anger but Amber was quick to see past that. "You want comfort." She hummed. 

In her mind, Amber was screaming at herself to stop whatever was gonna happen next. She knew she was better than this. Better than all of it. She should've just kicked him out of her room and punched a wall or something. But another part of her wanted to see what Ben would do. Apparently he was pretty good at following orders when he wanted to. 

"Eat shit." Ben huffed, crossing his arms. His defense was back up already.

Amber pursed her lips. Soldier Boy had been put through a lot. Perhaps she needed to be the bigger person and take his words with grace. Sometimes. She lifted a hand to his face and he flinched before he felt just how soft her touch was. 

Amber studied Soldier Boy. His posture was rigid and, judging by his reaction to her touch, he hadn't had a good experience with supposedly comforting touch. Whether that was because of his previous life or the Russians she didn't know. But she could tell he wanted it. Badly. It was those 1940s gender norms that told him he couldn't accept it. 

"Look at me." Amber said. Begrudgingly, Ben complied. "If this… thing is going to work, you're gonna need to tell me how you're feeling. No pushing shit down." She wasn't playing around and he knew it. 

Ben let out a breath through his nose as he nodded. "I'm feeling…" He paused. "Like I want to kiss you." 

That wasn't exactly what Amber meant but she wouldn't exactly complain. "Okay." She leaned forward to press their lips together. Ben's lips were rough against hers but he was on ice for forty years so that might've contributed to it. 

Ben lifted a hand to cup Amber's cheek out of instinct, bringing her close with a hand on her shoulder. Amber's lips were gentle, soft and slotted against his perfectly. He didn't know he could feel like this. It scared him. Amber had him under some sort of spell that he didn't want to get out of. It felt like every single emotion he blocked for the past hundred years he'd been alive suddenly bubbled over. Ben didn't register the tears rolling down his cheeks until Amber had pulled away and wiped at his cheekbone with her thumb. 

"I'm… yours, huh?" He swallowed, feeling a tightness in his throat for the first time. 

Amber hummed. "Yeah. Mine." She whispered.

"I-I could," Ben paused, glancing away from Avery with a sniffle. It was taking all this willpower not to completely break down. "I could get used to that." 

Out of pity, Amber wrapped her arms around Ben and hugged him. Just like that, he cried into her shoulder. His earlier anger had dissipated into pure sadness. The person he thought he loved sold him out and hated him. He didn't know what hurt worse. The fact that the Countess despised him or what the Russians did to him all those years. The Countess didn't even get paid to do it. She wanted to get rid of him. Forever. And for what? She died in the end. 

"Shhh, it's alright." Amber cooed, rocking him slightly. "You're alright. You're safe here." The complete truth. It was why Butcher trusted her enough. The safest place on Earth for anyone to be was near Amber. And sometimes she forgot that. 

Ben shook with sobs, clutching onto Avery like a lifeline. "Don't… don't leave me." Everyone did eventually. They either died or left him. No one ever stayed. He blamed himself for that. Ever since he took Compound V, his life had been a rollercoaster. Ups and downs. Mostly downs. 

Abandonment issues were not on Amber's bingo card. PTSD, for sure. A narcissistic personality disorder, yeah. This? Absolutely not.

"I won't," Amber's mind cursed at herself. She was supposed to house Soldier Boy. Not this. She couldn't help it. She had a knack for thinking she could help people. Apparently, Soldier Boy was no different even if he was a major bitch when they first talked. "I won't." She repeated. 

When Ben's tears stopped flowing, he pressed his face into her neck and sighed. She smelled nice. It lulled him to sleep. Though, his emotional outburst did take a lot of energy out of him too. 

Amber rubbed his back and sighed, opting to lay in bed next to Ben. Hopefully, they'd talk a little more in the morning and he wouldn't revert back to his asshole ways. Though, Amber knew it would take a while for him to get her lessons through his thick head. This was a stepping stone. A small one across a lake of problems. 

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[nyehilismwriting]

cw for violence!

The warehouse is cold, the air stale and thick with the smell of concrete and dust as you pace between stacked crates. Your gun is a solid weight in your gloved hand, held low and loose by your side, your footsteps quiet on the hard-packed ground. You’re dressed in dark clothes, hood pulled up, and not for the first time - certainly, not for the last - you miss having IVI’s voice in your head, that second pair of eyes to watch your back.

It feels wrong to be in the field without Nash.

You don’t like to linger on it; tell yourself that they’re back at the safehouse by now, their own part in your little venture already complete. Bite your tongue along with the thought, don’t let yourself vocalise, even inside your own head, the cynical response that follows.

They’ll be fine.

They’ll be fine, and you have your own mission to think about.

Besides, it’s not like you’re entirely alone.

You step around a corner, settle into the shadows under the walkway for a moment. Going up would get you better visibility; it would also make you more vulnerable, more noticeable.

The faint sound of voices floats towards you, somewhere in the stacks. Biting back a curse, you slink forwards, pressing yourself against the wall to peer around the corner.

You’re just in time to see two soldiers vanish into the stacks, rifles slung casually over their shoulders.

Amateurs.

You take a step forwards, ambling after them, keeping one ear cocked for signs of anyone else as you trail your targets. They’re chatting - far too casual, and not in the way that makes you wary.

You trail them for a full three minutes without any sign that they’ve noticed, their conversation continuing long and loud. It’s when you find yourself siding with the blonde one’s girlfriend about their latest domestic that you decide it’s gone on long enough.

It’s almost too easy. You step up behind them, dispatch one with a rabbit punch to the back of the neck, put a bullet between the other’s eyes as he turns around with a gasp. Neat and clean (except for the blood), and you’re left with two cooling bodies at your feet. You pat them down, pocket their radios and the dog-tag IDs you find around their necks, and lazily roll the bodies into the shadows between a stack.

You’re making your way towards the exit when the hair on the back of your neck stands up. You can taste something bitter and metallic at the back of your throat, has you opening your mouth slightly to taste the air, hand going tight on your gun. Press yourself against the nearest crate, inching slowly towards the corner.

You step around it sharply, raising your gun in a single, fluid motion - and find it knocked from your hand with a blow hard enough to bruise, a cold hand closing over your throat as you’re slammed against the wall, pinned against the metal by a single, huge claw. You fumble for your knife, still running on adrenaline-fuelled instinct, the blade pressing tight against their soft underbelly before you catch yourself, freezing awkwardly.

Rhaxa, too, takes a moment to compose himself. Even in the cobweb-dark of the warehouse, xir eyes are bright. You clear your throat, feeling xir claws shift against your skin.

“Fancy meeting you here.” You grin as he laughs, low and clicking, exhaling slowly as he drops his hand from your throat. Extend the same courtesy, sheathing your blade. Rhaxa doesn’t move away, though you can feel their tail curl around your ankle, so you slouch back against the metal wall. “How’d you get on?”

“Sniper on the walkway,” he replies, low and easy. “Got their tags. Thought we could trace them from that.”

You smirk, digging in your pocket to tug out the tags you’d taken from your own targets, let them dangle from your fingers. “Got one up on you.”

Rhaxa clicks again. “Didn’t realise it was a competition.”

“Everything’s a competition.” You pause, tilt your head. “Or is that just a Nash thing?”

“Maybe.” Rhaxa’s voice is dry. “I’m sure I could find something for us to fight over if it would make you feel more at home.”

The grin is back, and you can’t quite suppress it. It’s wildly inappropriate - which, you suppose, is part of the appeal. You reach up, cup xir jaw in your hands and drag your thumbs over the smooth scales there.

“You’re cute when you’re being bitchy.”

“I’m not being bitchy.”

“Yes, you are.” You lean forwards, plant a kiss on the tip of their muzzle. “It’s adorable.”

Their tail tightens around your ankle.

“Pick up your gun,” they tell you curtly, amusement betrayed by the purr in their voice, the way they’re pushing their face into your hands. “There’s another squad in here somewhere. If you want a competition…”

They pull back, flex their wings. Bunch their muscles, and with a metallic clatter, scale the side of the stack.

Swearing, you scramble for your gun, take off at a sprint. In the distance, you can hear someone scream.

[nolesserhuman]

there's a drug in the thermostat to warm the room up.

sicktember prompt 6: dizziness/vertigo Ango Sakaguchi + reader ~1100 words warnings: none notes: I'd planned to have this up before midnight on the 6th but we had a death in the family so my schedule is a mess now rip also on ao3.

He’s hoping it’s just because he’s been straining his eyes in the dim light. Or maybe it’s that fifth cup of coffee finally kicking in.

Once again, Ango has lost track of how long he’s been locked in his office, time only measured in milligrams of caffeine. His phone lays untouched and face-down on the desk to protect against compulsions to check the screen. The walls of his office resemble a library more than mafia headquarters; every bare patch of plaster hidden by floor-to-ceiling shelves, crammed full of novels and paperwork that hasn’t been relevant in decades.

Dim lighting, lack of sleep, and an ancient organizational system that needs to be completely revamped— it’s enough to make Ango’s head spin.

Ah, that’s it— he just needs some air. The records room is effectively sealed tight in order to prevent damaging the materials, so after awhile, the place gets warm and stuffy. A hand to his forehead confirms that Ango is warmer than he’d realized. Tugging on his shirt collar to get some relief across his flushed skin, Ango finally stands from his desk to take a break.

The room tilts around him.

Ango sways on his feet as the room swims across his vision. Even shutting his eyes doesn’t stop the lurch in his stomach, although a few breathing exercises later the worst of it is settled. One eye cracks back open— okay, the floor seems steadier now.

Before Ango can psych himself up to try again, his phone rings on the desk, the harsh buzz against the wood sending his rabbit-heart thumping in his chest. Gladly collapsing back in his chair, he doesn’t bother reading the caller ID before answering; only a few people tend to interrupt him while he’s busy anyway. ‘Hello?”

“You gonna open the door or what?” Curt and to the point, as always. For some reason, the sound of your voice has Ango breathing out a quiet sigh of relief.

“—just a moment.” The screen goes dark before he can hang up. It may seem a bit cold, the lack of fluff in your conversations, but that isn’t a proper measure of the affection between you, and the both of you know it.

Ango takes a deep breath before he makes another attempt, leaning against the wide surface of his desk as he hauls himself upright. Immediately, his office sways again— prepared this time, Ango fixes his gaze on one particular knot in the hardwood floor, a designated heart in the mahogany veins that run through the entire room. Now that your presence has been brought to his attention, he’s more aware of it when you knock on the door again.

“Be right there,” he manages to fumble the words out. At least, he thinks he gets them out; it’s hard to hear over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.

When Ango finally reaches his office door he has to take a few swipes before he finally grabs the handle— his blurred vision means there’s three of them to choose from. Somehow he gets his hand on the correct one in the first try. When the door swings open, he’s greeted by your (slightly) miffed face.

“I told you to quit lockin’ the damned thing,” your shoulder brushes his as you stride through the doorway, and even the unintentional nudge has Ango slamming his eye shut against the wave of vertigo that washes over him. “How am I supposed to make sure you’re not passed out in here?”

“I’ll admit, your timing is impeccable.” Ango is already soft-spoken, but something about his voice catches your attention this time. Behind his wide lenses, his eyes are cloudy, and the longer he’s on his feet the more color drains from his face.

“Are you—?”

“Passing out, yes.” Ango’s eyes roll back in his head as he begins to tilt forward; you dart to catch him before his head smashes against anything. The momentum of his body nearly takes you off your feet, but thankfully he comes to quickly, catching himself just enough that neither of you tumbles over.

“Alright,” your voice is firm and cuts through the ringing in his ears. “You’re taking a break, and I won’t hear any arguments.”

At this point in your working relationship, Ango knows better than to argue once you’ve put your mind to something. He couldn’t argue right now anyways— he can’t tell which reflection of you, wavering in his line of sight, is the real one. The ringing in his ears is intense.

Thankfully you’re not looking for a verbal response in the first place. “This place is a mess,” you huff; although you try to be gentle when you nudge a pile of paperwork out of Ango’s way so he won’t stumble, the stack topples over like the Tower of Babel. When the man at your side remains silent at the desecration of his workspace, your frown deepens. “—how long have you been locked up in here?”

“I’m nearly done with my reports,” Ango dodges the question by answering a different one you hadn’t asked. He lets you lower him onto the oft-neglected couch shoved in the corner opposite his desk, collapsing against the cushions, slipping his glasses off so he can pinch the bridge of his nose. It does nothing to keep the room steady in his senses.

The ringing echoes through Ango’s hearing again, almost drowning out your voice. “That’s not what I asked.” Still, it’s obvious he’s not in a position to really explain himself to you right now.

Quiet and pliable, Ango lets you shift him until his head is in your lap. Even gentle motions have him clenching his jaw against the wave of nausea that burns its way up his throat. But then your fingers tangle in the silky strands of his hair, and as your nails drag against his scalp, Ango relaxes almost all at once.

“You’ve gotta stop working so hard,” your voice is softer at the edge of his hearing. There’s a shift that he can tell is you leaning over to grab something; Ango feels your hand fumble in his pocket for his handkerchief, there’s the sloshing of a drink bottle, and then a deliciously cool cloth is pressed to Ango’s uncomfortably warm forehead. He lets out a loud sigh. You can’t help the smile that twitches onto your lips. “That feel a little better?”

“Mhm,” Ango breathes out quietly. There’s a moment of comfortable silence before he speaks again. “—thank you.”

“Whatever.” It may seem dismissive to others, but Ango understands you. “Just go ahead and take your nap, yeah? I’ll stay here until you wake up.”

[house-of-slayterr]

Cabin In The Woods:

Tag: @iloveslasher @myers-meadow

Will’s POV:

I was loosing my mind. Losing my god damn mind. This town was suffocating, and everyone’s constants questions were driving me mad. Jack always pulling me along on cases, calling me late hours of the night with a new theory. Hannibal, trying to get in my head. Always leaving out therapy sessions feeling worse than when I went in. I felt like I was going to a snap.

And when none other than Freddie Lounds showed up at my doorstep, looking for a story. I lost it. I slammed the door in her face, not even bothering with pleasantries. And ignored her calls through the door, tuning her out. I reached for my phone, dialling the only number that was worth while. It rang 3 times precisely before getting cut off by a small-

“Bonjour, this is Frances.”

I smiled a little, unfurrowing my brows. Between the dogs and the sound of their voice, my breathing was starting to become a little more stable. Seemingly when I didn’t respond, they checked their caller ID.

“William? What’s wrong?” They said, their tone shifting dramatically.

“I have a red head problem.” I groaned.

A small laugh left their lips. I could imagine it perfectly, the way their nose would scrunch up, and their eyes would sparkle. Their laugh was the one thing they never faked.

“Luckily for you my friend, I happen to be close by. Need me to take care of your little problem?”

Yes please, I thought. But what was Frances doing out near me, they lived halfway across town and it was past midnight. I raised a brow not that they could see.

“Hello, earth to dog boy. You still with me?”

I hated that Nickname. I rolled my eyes.

“If you insist.” I said.

“Brilliant, see you in five.” They hung up.

I slumped back down on the floor. True to their word I heard talking outside a few minuets later. I listened in by the open window.

“Hello Miss Lounds, lovely evening we’re having.” They said.

I had to hold back a laugh as I nearly saw Freddie jump. It was odd how silent Frances could be sometimes. It seemed today was a good day for them, they were without their cane. Or any other assistive devices.

“Ahh, Mx. L/N, what are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, trespassing isn’t very nice of you Miss Lounds. I do believe Mr. Graham didn’t give you permission to be snooping around his back porch, now did he?”

“I was never here.” Freddie said.

Backing off my property.

“You’ll do well to keep that way.”

After Freddie dispersed into the night, I relaxed a little. Frances was suddenly at the window, smiling as I nearly fell backwards off my couch.

“Move!” They said simply.

I obliged, moving over as they climbed through my window.

“You know front doors exist?” I asked.

They shrugged.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

They settled onto the couch, leaning so their head was hanging off and they’re feet were now against the wall. Some of the dog ran over eagerly to great them. Their giggles filled the room as they playfully attempted to fend off my dogs. It was a light and eerie sound. Echoing around my head and shoving all my darker thoughts to the corner of my mind.

“What were you even doing out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep!”

The slowly fell off the couch, laying flat on the floor as they accepted their fate, getting licked by the dogs. I shook my head, looking down at them.

“Tea?”

“Since when does Will Graham drink tea?”

“Since someone has a habit of stopping by to steal my dogs from me.”

They blushed wildly.

“It’s not my fault they like me better. Look at me, I’m just a loveable little guy!”

They tried to give me puppy dog eyes, but it didn’t fool me. I knew them in a way most people could never understand. The two of us got like two people of a puzzle. If you asked some people, they didn’t even believe in the idea of soulmates. Others thought that title was only for lovers. But friends, friends could be fated too. At least that’s what Hannibal explained to me.

I had explained to him my distress, over feeling things I’d never felt toward anyone before. People never piqued my interest, and rarely made me feel much anymore. But Frances was like a ball of sunshine. I knew the doctor wasn’t stupid, it wasn’t that hard to decipher who I was talking about. They were the only person I talked to beside Jack or Alana. Sometimes Miss Meadow.

“You went through a great ordeal together, it’s normal to form bonds under extreme stress when you have gone through a traumatising situation. But do be careful William, those relationships can become unhealthy and codependent.” He warned.

That possibility be damned. I wouldn’t risk the one thing that made me feel happy in all of this bullshit, just because the relationship might spur in the future. That was a risk I’d just have to take. I must have been lost in thought a while, because a hand touched mine.

“You good? You seem spacey tonight. How about I get us the drinks and you just stay on the couch yeah?” I nodded simply.

I never had anyone take care of me like they do. They were always so gentle. Afraid that they might hurt me. The small touch had managed to make us both uncomfortable. I could feel it, the slight tingle as their skin brushed against mine. They pulled away almost as soon as they caught my attention.

I watched them disappear into my kitchen. A heard a few clangs and debated if I should get up to help. Almost as if they knew what I was thinking they called out.

“Don’t you dare get up. I’m fine, I just tripped.”

I couldn’t help the breath of air that passed my nose. It sounded more like they dragged a cabinet down with them. But of course they would downplay it. A few minutes later they came back with a coffee and their tea. They sat next to me on the couch.

“So what was miss nosey even searching for?”

“I don’t know, she seems to think I know something about the Chesapeake Ripper that nobody else does.”

“And why would she think that?”

It was more of a rhetorical question, and I knew better than to answer.

“Sometimes I wish I could break her nose so she couldn’t go sniffing around in peoples business.”

The first real laugh they pulled out of me that night. It was so weird to see someone so small, so guiltless, express wants for mild violence so casually. I knew they meant it, it wasn’t a simple joke. But they knew better than to lash out physically.

“That’s I’d pay to see. Ex-Ballerina kicks paparazzis ass” I joked.

They put a hand over their chest in mock hurt.

“Just because my company dropped me, doesn’t mean I’m not a Ballerina anymore.”

“I know, I know. Besides it’s their loss. I bet you were the best dancer they had.”

They sighed contently, sipping their tea.

“I wish you could have seen me Will. Before all this. I was in my element when I was on stage. Nothing could stop me, and nobody could get in my way. I remember once, my understudy partner dropped me during a performance, I finished the entire thing only to find out the next making my ankle was in fact broken. I was so excited to show off to the talent scouts in the audience I didn’t even notice.”

I cringed a little. It was odd how uneffected they were by physical pain. I thought back to the day we met, how clam they where when he had literal pipes spiked through our body’s in a grotesque display. I still had nightmares of that night.

“Yeah, I wish I could have seen it too.” I settled for an honest response.

I wasn’t much for thé performing arts, but to see Frances in their prime would have been great.

“I’m glad I can still dance some days though. Before Hannibal cuts me off.”

“He’s just trying to keep you safe.”

They rolled their eyes.

“I know, I know. But sometimes I wish he’d just relax a little, you know. So what if my legs are shaking, I’m having fun. I can rest after. Speaking of rest, you look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

They raised a brow at me. They sprung up from the couch and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around the two of us. They turned on a random Chanel for background noise, and took my coffee mug out of my hand.

“I can see your gears turning Graham. Relax your mind. You’re at your house, you’re safe, your dogs are all here, and you have the worlds bestest friend by your side. Stop thinking so much, let the last go for tonight. And no thinking about work off the clock!”

“Who’s being overprotective now?” I asked.

“Oh hush, this is different-“

They patted their lap, and I slowly laid my head down. They looked straight forward at the tv, and played with my hair. Their fingers on my scalp was highly relaxing. It felt almost as if I was high. I closed my eyes and tried to rest my mind. I could hear them hum absentmindedly as I began to fall asleep.

A few hours later I woke up outside. Shit I slept walked again.

Frances POV:

I woke up when Will stirred, at first I thought he’d woken up, but it was clear he was asleep when he didn’t respond to his name. Of course, I should have known better, but I was worried when he started walking toward the door. I reached for his shoulder out of panic, big mistake.

Will freaked out, thinking I was trying to hurt him. I didn’t have much time before I was slammed against the wall. His hands around my throat. I reached up my hand trying to move his, but even half asleep, he was still stronger than me.

“Will. It’s me. Frances, your friend.” I tried to choke out.

But his grip only got tighter. I panicked a little, my lungs burning, and my head spinning. I figured maybe if I stood still, he’d get bored and leave. I tried to slow my breathing a little. But it seemed it was useless as a few minutes later I woke up on the floor with a killer headache. The door was wide open and as I looked around, a few of the dogs were missing. Shit!

I didn’t even bother to grab shoes, running outside with a flashlight and going to search for them. They couldn’t have gotten too far. I wandered the woods aimlessly for about 20 mins, collecting my furry friends. Once they spotted me, they were quick to follow, thank god. I did not have the energy to carry them back to Wills place. I made sure the door was firmly locked behind me as I set out to search for my best friend.

“Will!” I called.

The dogs must have been out looking for him. I checked back over the areas I’d already been, but I couldn’t find him. I was beginning to get anxious when I heard a voice from behind me.

“Frances?” Will’s voice sounded small.

I spun on my heel, not even giving him enough time to process anything before I threw myself at him. I wrapped him into a tight hug, pulling back to check for any injuries. He seemed to be relatively fine aside from a bloody nose.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” I mumbled, before pulling him back in for a hug.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the house. The dogs where quick to greet him, he didn’t need to know that they made a run for it earlier. It would only stress him out further. I pulled him into the kitchen and sat him down on a stool. I wet a towel and came back over to help clean him up

“What happened?” He asked finally.

It seemed now in the kitchen light he could notice the bruises starting to form on my neck. He reached his hand out, to touch it, his arms shaking slightly.

“Did I- did I do this?” He asked.

I sighed.

“You didn’t mean to Will, it’s fine. We’re ok.” I assured him.

“I choked you.”

“I startled you.”

I started wiping underneath his nose with delicate , light stokes. Almost as if it would hurt him if I pressed to hard. He still seemed fairly dissociated and I tried to ground him by putting my other hand on his cheek and bringing his eyes to mine. The both of us hated eye contact, but at moments like this, it was imperative.

“I don’t want you feeling any guilt ok. I’m fine. Promise.” I said.

His eyes looked slightly glazed over, almost as if he were about to cry. He swallowed thickly.

“Will? Can you talk to me please?” I asked.

Still no answer. I sighed again, dropping the rag and placing it on the counter. When I turned back around, I was greeted by those piercing brown eyes. They just starred back at me, deep in thought.

“Will?” I asked again.

Suddenly he moved closer and his lips captured mine. I froze, stunned. Will pulled back suddenly when I didn’t reciprocate.

“Shit, Frances I’m sorry. I don’t know why I-“

I dropped my hand, pulling away and stumbling back slightly. My breath picked up again. I couldn’t think of anything to say, entirely caught off guard. I stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?” I simply asked. “Why would you? You can’t! What?” I stuttered out a bunch of half baked sentences.

Nobody had ever kissed me before. Not on the lips at least, not like that. Even my boyfriend hadn’t kissed me. My boyfriend! I thought to Hannibal, how he would react. Was this cheating? God, I was fucked! I kept thinking I should have anticipated his reaction, done something, pushed him away. But I just stood there.

“Frances I’m so sorry!” Will tried approaching me again. “I just felt like I couldn’t breathe, and mu head was so loud, and I just wanted it to stop. I really don’t know why I did that.” He tried to explain.

I stumbled back as he took a step forward, falling on my ass. I just pulled my knees into my chest. And began sobbing. I felt gross. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. Not like that. I could hear Will shuffling around, trying to give me space. Seemingly, he took out his phone.

“Alana I fucked up!” I heard, from the next room. He’d excused himself to the living room.

I tuned out the rest of the conversation. I don’t know how long I stayed like that on the kitchen floor, but I heard the front door open. I thought for a moment he was just gonna leave, leave me here like this. All alone. But then I heard several foot steps quickly advancing toward the kitchen.

“Frances?” Hannibal’s voice called.

God, he was the last person I wanted to be here right now. I wished I could just disappear, I pulled my knees in tighter.

“Shit. The fuck did you do will?” Meadows voice sounded exasperated.

I’m sure anyone would be annoyed, waking up at this hour and having to come half way across town. Will stayed at the entrance of the kitchen, not coming any closer. Meadow was by my side in a second.

“Hey, hey! Little bug, breath ok?” She asked.

I nodded, letting her pull me into a hug. She ran her hand through my hair and rocked me back and forth. Helping me stim to regulate my emotions. I opened my eyes to see Hannibal and Will talking. Hannibal’s body language looked tense, that wasn’t good. Meadow let her grip loosen when I pulled back.

I smiled a little, she looked pretty in her night dress. It was nice to see her.

“He’s going to be so mad at me.” I said.

“Who? Frances nobody is mad at you.” She tried to calm me.

“But- I- Hannibal is going to be so upset.”

She pulled me back in for another hug. Normally this much touch would over stimulate me, but it seemed my skin was screaming whenever she stopped.

“Darling, Hannibal could never be mad at you. You did nothing wrong. It’s just a little panic attack.”

“No.” I shook my head.

The voices in the living room got louder. Meadow’s attention was also drawn toward the two men.

“Hannibal I’m sorry!” Will said.

The next thing we heard was a fist connecting to bone. If Will’s nose wasn’t broken before, it certainly was now. Meadow’s eyes widened.

“Hannibal! What the hell?” She yelled.

I flinched at the sudden loudness, and she lowered her tone a little, giving me an apologetic look. Hannibal was quick to walk over to me, kneeling down, his hands instantly turning my head to search my neck. It seemed his interest alerted Meadow to them too.

Her face scrunched up in disgust, she looked back at Will than at me. Her eyes narrowing in his direction.

“It’s not what you think.” I started.

I gave her a silent pleading look to go check on him. He was still my best friend, and I don’t think he deserved to be lunched.

“Does it hurt?” Hannibal drew my attention to him.

“No.” He gave me a skeptical look.

“So they crying a because he-“

I nodded.

“Do you hate me?”

His face softened.

“I could never hâte you. But him, I’m furious at!”

Meadow brought Will back into the kitchen, using the rag from earlier to clean up his nose which was bleeding again.

“Did you have to punch him?” I asked.

“He kissed you without you consent.” Hannibal said simply.

Meadow finally understood exactly what was going on. And she looked like she was about to punch the man herself.

“He didn’t mean to” I defended. “It’s my fault, I didn’t realise what was happening and didn’t react quick enough.”

Hannibal sighed. He attempted to get me to get up off the floor, but I wasn’t ready to leave.

“Frances, this was entirely my fault.” Will spoke up.

“You stop talking!” Hannibal warned.

He was quick to shut his mouth.

“No, this is my fault.” Hannibal concluded. “I’m his therapist, I knew he was dangerous, and clearly I’m not doing a good enough job.”

I frowned, I didn’t like the distain in his voice. Sure, I was upset, but I wasn’t mad at Will. I could never be mad at Will. He was confused and disoriented, and I was sending out signals I hadn’t meant to send.

“Hannibal, it’s fine. It didn’t mean anything, right Will?” I asked.

Will just nodded.

“He was disoriented and scared.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to choke you. Or kiss my patenter.”

It seemed Hannibal was more upset at the second thing. I was growing frustrated with the situation. Just wanting to go home. Meadow stood at the edge of the kitchen island, arms crossed and glaring at Will.

“Can we just go home?” I asked softly.

“I’m taking you to the hospital first.” Hannibal decided.

I frowned further.

“No.”

“No?”

“I want to go home. They’re just bruises Hannibal. I can handle it. No hospitals!” I said firmly.

“They’ll only panic more, my love, if you make them go. You know this. Besides not much the hospital will do, unless we’re pressing charges.”

Will hung his head low, disappointed in himself. I crawled across the floor to where Will sat, getting up on my way. My legs seemed weaker than I expected.

“Hey, none of that.” I said softly.

“You should. I assaulted you.”

I cringed out how brutal that made it sound. It was really an honest mistake. Both things were. I shook my head no.

“Then I’ll tell Jack myself. My sleep walking is making me unsafe to be around.”

“Then Hannibal will help you.” I declared.

Hannibal didn’t seem pleased with the idea, still seething with anger.

“Right Han?” I asked, pleading with him.

“We can have a session tomorrow, I’ll clear my schedule.” He grumbled.

“Look, I’ll see you tomorrow ok. Try to get some rest.” I said.

The ride back to the house was awkward. I laid down in the back seat of the car and Hannibal and Meadow both seemed upset.

“You’re not mad at me right?” I asked, trying to reassure myself.

“I’m just confused how you can be so nice to him after that.”

“Because it was genuinely a mistake Hannibal. You’ve made plenty. Just stop alright! You’re mean when you’re jealous!” I said.

Meadow failed to hold back a chortle.

“I’m not jealous, I’m upset- there’s a difference.”

“Don’t pretend you punched him for my sake.” I fired back.

“Ok, maybe there’s a little jealousy. But he still hurt you, both physically and mentally.”

“And he’ll make it up to me. He’s my best friend Hannibal, I’m not gonna lose him over something this stupid. Just help him with his sleep walking problem.”

I don’t remember when I fell asleep during the rest of the ride home. But I felt myself pulled closed to Hannibal’s toned chest. I snuggled further into him as he carried me inside. Perhaps cuddles from the people I loved were exactly what the doctor ordered.

An: and I oop- though seriously, imagine having Will Graham as your first kiss 🥺 jealous

[fobredactedove]

okayyyyyyyyy so i said id elaborate on the snuff film ask, then i forgot but here it is now

so fob drive to the location they're sent, it's this kind of dilapidated looking warehouse which they write off as weird but not unseen. maybe the company has to move around or something, right?

they're welcomed in by professional looking people, further lowering their guard. they're talking pre-interview stuff as they're led into a room, and are so pre-occupied with general chit-chat that they don't even notice the bed in the far corner of the room, the multiple sets of iron restraints, the tool rack next to one of the 'interviewers'...

Andy's the first to realise something is up, but before he can voice any concerns there's already someone on him, restraining and gagging him before dargging him towards the bed. the other three are gagged and tied up, soon to be made to watch Andy die

cameras start rolling as Andy is forcibly stripped, raped, and choked, by an employee wearing a black mask. everything is filmed very professionally, excellent lighting, camera quality, so you can see the terror in Andy's eyes in 4K resolution as his nose is plugged and he asphyxiates to death, trying and failing to suck in air through the gag. once he stops struggling, his corpse is raped again, this time with no resistance and far more slowly, really savouring every thrust into his lifeless hole

afterwards, Andy is dragged off camera and the director turns to the other three members- whose cheeks are streaked with tears because of having to watch their best friend die- ungags them, and asks them to volunteer themselves to go next. They're silent, looking at each other in horror, until Patrick whispers with a hoarse voice,

"I don't wanna watch them die. Take me first." Joe and Pete frantically protest, but the director just grins, gags Joe and Pete once again, then has Patrick pulled into frame and onto the bed

An actor proceeds to brutally rape patrick, who is not gagged, so his angelic screams of pain are captured by the camera. his hair is yanked, his head is slammed against the headboard till his teeth clack together audibly and he spits blood, and when he passes out from the pain they beat him till he wakes again. it's vicious, and drawn out- it's clear Andy was just a taster. Pete and Joe try to loook away, to close their eyes, but every time someone strikes them till they fix their eyes on Patrick's torture.

finally, the actor is handed a knife and carves a heart deep into Patrick's chest, causing him to bleed out, the light flickering and fading from his baby blue eyes as death claims him. But, interestingly, the actor doesn't move to rape his corpse- instead, Pete is dragged into frame, stripped, and a gun is pointed at his head.

He realises what they want him to do.

He pleads, he cries, just not this, not this, but he feels the cold metal of the barrel against the back of his head and knows he has no choice. He screws his eyes shut and silently prays for Patrick to forgive him, as he presses into his best friend's dead hole.

He does exactly as he is told, naively hoping that maybe they'll let him and Joe free, thrusting into Patrick's cadaver at the pace they set for him, the pleasure fighting his fear. He cums inside of Patrick, and just as his orgasm subsides, he gets his brains blown out anyway. Pete's brain matter splatters all over the bed and wall, and his body slumps forward, still buried in Patrick.

The frame lingers on them for a while, until the actor holding the gun pulls Pete down to waist level and fucks the bullet wound. The tip of their cock sticks out of the front of his skull as they brutalise him, and when they pull out their cock is coated in gore.

By the time Pete and Patrick are taken off to the side, the once pristine set is filthy and covered in blood, cum, and tears. Joe is thrown on to the bed, yet nothing is done to his shivering frame. The director walks in front of the camera, and announces that Joe's fate is up to the viewers of the film. He will not die... yet. their loyal viewers will send in suggestions for how the guitarist will be snuffed. After this, the cameras cut, and Joe is left chained up on the disgusting bed, with nothing to look at but the violated corpses of his bandmates.

So, dear reader, what would you suggest we do to Joe? his suffering is in your hands! hehe

-doll guts anon (holy shit this is a long one. sorry admin)

<3

[cynicalone94]

Mistaken Identity

It had been late when Voight had sent them home. They would come back at the case with fresh eyes in the morning.

Jay hadn’t eaten since an interrupted lunch so he’d stopped at his favorite Thai place on the way.

As he’d been leaving, he’d heard a scream in the alley and gone to investigate. Coming around the corner, he’d broken into a sprint to tackle the man off the young woman.

The guy had been tall and bulky, broad shoulders and an extra thirty pounds giving him an advantage as they’d fought. As sirens had been heard in the distance, he’d thrown a punch that had clipped Jay above the eye, disorienting him enough for the man to scramble to his feet and run away.

Jay had drug himself upright, crawling over to the woman. She’s sobbing hysterically, covered in blood and her clothes ripped and torn.

“It’s okay.” He tells her. “He’s gone. You’re safe now.”

“T-thank-” she cuts off abruptly as her eyes slide closed and her head rolls to the side.

Just as he puts his hand on her next to check for a pulse, officers come around the corner.

He turns to a pair of guns pointed at his face.

“Perp ran off.” he reports. “She’s alive but unconscious. Needs an ambulance.”

“She’ll get it. Get away from her. Keep your hands where we can see them.”

They think he did this.

“I’m a cop.” he says, keeping his hands raised and shuffling away from the woman. “I heard screams and came to help.”

“Yeah, okay.” The woman on the left scoffs. “You’re a scumbag raping a woman in a dark alley. And I don’t see a badge.”

He glances down in surprise, seeing that his badge is in fact no longer clipped to his waistband.

It must have been knocked off in the fight.

And he’d still had his wallet in his hand as he’d been setting his food on the passenger seat. Had dropped it with the takeout container when he’d heard the screams.

“My name is Jay Halstead.” he says, looking back at the officer. “Badge number 56113. I’m carrying my duty weapon.”

Her eyes flash to his holster again and she snarls.

“Get on your stomach, arms out to your sides, palms up.”

He hesitates.

It’s not uncommon to cuff someone who’s role in an assault is ambiguous in order to keep everyone safe while things are sorted out. He’s been cuffed before when he’s intervened off duty.

But he’s cooperating, there’s no need to prone him out to do it.

He slides down to his stomach, pressing his arms out to his sides and rotating his wrists.

The officer holsters her weapon, leaving her partner to cover him as she moves around him.

He can’t help the gasp as her knee settles across his lower back, digging harshly into a spot still tender from a blow the perp had landed and he moves, bucking up against her. That earns him a taser pressed briefly into his stomach and he yelps, falling flat again.

His arms are roughly jerked behind him and the cuffs locked into place and then he’s being drug to his feet and slammed against the wall.

“I swear I’m a cop.” he says. “I didn’t hurt her, I was trying to help her. My badge was knocked off while I was fighting with the guy. It’s around here somewhere.”

“Shut the fuck up.” she snaps. “I’m not buying it, shitbag.”

She’s been abrupt with him, more than a little rough and he’d argue the drive stun wasn’t really necessary, but he takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm.

She hasn’t really hurt him. He can deal with this and he’ll consider filing an excessive use of force complaint in the morning.

But he can’t help but be pissed. One call to dispatch to run his name and badge number would have confirmed his story.

They even would have sent her his ID photo.

And he hasn’t resisted.

He doesn’t move again as she searches him, securing his gun and the pair of knives that he carries. As she takes his phone and keys.

Doesn’t waste his breath arguing a point that she clearly isn’t ready to hear.

Paramedics arrive, looking over the woman and getting her onto a stretcher.

“I think I cracked a rib.” he says. “Fighting the guy.”

“Fighting your imaginary friend?” the officer snaps, throwing a single harsh punch into his side.

He grunts.

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you but I’ll be needing your name and badge number so I can file a complaint.” he snaps.

“Yeah, I’ll get you that later.” she says, slamming him against the wall again and then dragging him toward the opening of the alley.

His head bounces off the door frame as she shoves him into the back of the patrol car.

What a night.

They lock him in a holding cell and then leave him alone, ignoring his request to make a phone call.

And she doesn’t take the cuffs off either.

There’s no way she acts like this all the time. Even in a permissible district, with her partner covering for her, she wouldn’t have a job.

So what is it about him that inspires this?

It isn’t long before they come back and he stands up, approaching the door.

“I want my phone call.” he demands.

“Maybe later.” she retorts. “Get back.”

“No.” he says. “Get these things off me and let me make my phone call or I will make sure you never work in law enforcement again.”

“Nobody is going to care what a rapist has to say.” she says, shaking her head.

“I’m not a rapist.” he argues. “I got him off of her and then he ran for it. I can give you a description that might help you find the actual bastard.”

“Shut up.” she snarls, ripping out her weapon and pointing it at him. “Get to the back of the cell.”

He steps to the back, lifting his hands.

“What are you doing?” he snaps.

“The courts will let you off way too easily.” she says. “So it’s up to me to make sure that girl gets justice. Cover him, Lee.”

“Elle.” her partner says. “Are you sure about this?”

“Damn right I am.” she snaps. “Are you with me?”

The man nods and draws his weapon. Elle holsters hers and opens the cell.

Jay doesn’t move as she approaches him, using a second set of cuffs to connect his to the bar at the back of the cell.

Then she steps back and draws her baton.

“Don’t do this.” he says, pushing back against the wall. “I didn’t rape her.”

Don’t lose your job for nothing he thinks.

She doesn’t listen and the baton slams into his ribs, right over the spot that’s already sore from the fight earlier.

The next strike catches him in the stomach and he drops to his knees. The handcuffs pull his arms up at a unpleasant angle.

The next strike lands on his shoulder and he screams.

Surely someone heard that.

“He-”

Another blow to the stomach cuts off his cry for help and he doubles over just in time for the next blow to catch the back of his head.

He drops further and the pull on his shoulders sends an explosion of pain through him that drives him the rest of the way into the darkness.

He wakes up to the sounds of shouting.

“-a fucking cop!”

Is that Voight?

How did he find out he was here? How long as he been unconscious?

He forces his eyes open, looking around. His hands are still jerked up behind him.

“Srg?” he mumbles.

“Hang on kid.” Voight comes to kneel next to him. “Ambulance is on the way.”

“I didn’ hurr her.” he says.

“I know.” Voight assured him. “Your brother treated the girl you saved. She woke up asking for you. And then he talked to the officers that came in with her and realized what was going on. He called me.”

“Tried ta tell her.” he whispers.

“I know that.” Voight says. “We’ll deal with her, you just hang in there.”

“Hrts.” he whimpers.

“I’m gonna get these cuffs off you.” Voight tells him.

He grits his teeth, managing to bite back most of his whimpers as his wrists are freed and lowered to the ground.

The next couple of hours are a blur of pain and, eventually, pain medication.

Will is by his side soon after his arrival at Med and the only thing that he’s completely aware of throughout his examination is his brother’s presence at his side.

Voight is also there intermittently, his voice filtering through the haze.

He’s settled in a room upstairs by the time things settle enough for him to be fully lucid.

“Hey.” Will says, leaning over him to brush his hair back from his forehead. “You with me, bud?”

“I think so.” Jay says. “Thanks for calling Voight.”

“After that girl started asking about the guy who saved her I wanted to make sure he was okay so I talked to that officers that rode in with her. When I heard your name I… I knew something wasn’t right but I never expected… well this.”

His brother waves a hand over him and Jay sighs.

“What’s the damage?” he asks.

“Nothing life threatening.” Will tells him. “Broke a couple ribs, bruised to hell and a concussion. Some minor internal bleeding but nothing we’ve been able to treat with medication and it seems to be resolving. We’ll keep watching.”

“The girl okay?” Jay asks.

“I am.” a voice pipes up from the doorway. “Thanks to you.”

He looks over to see a woman sitting in a wheelchair. She’s dressed in scrubs and a robe and has a bandage on her forehead.

“He had his hands around my throat.” she continues. “I thought I was going to die. And then you tackled him.”

“I’m really glad you’re okay.” Jay tells her, reaching out.

She wheels forward and takes his hand.

“I can’t thank you enough.” she tells him.

She stays for another couple of minutes and he turns to his brother.

“Did they find the guy?”

“SVU has her description.” Will tells him. “But they’re still looking and I’m sure they’d love yours too.”

“And Elle?” he asks.

“The officer that gave you this makeover?” Will asks.

He nods.

“Voight is handling it.” Will tells him. “So she’s losing her job, probably facing assault charges. And they’ll look into her record to make sure this isn’t something she’s done before. If he has his way, there’ll be a deep dive into the whole precinct.”

He nods.

“Good.”

[alchemists-eve]

An Exerpt from a Forgotten Text

Your footsteps on marble stairs echo through the room. Racing down to the impact zone, you track the object, fixated on its position. A loose piece of paper? No. A page. A missing page from a larger text. Torn hastily, ripped from a book. You drop to your knees to inspect. The letters on the page are legible, but the text itself is a mystery; a language you're not familiar with.

…vestibulum odio id, dictum nulla. Ut eu augue vel massa egestas lobortis in non metus. Sed lacinia at nunc a consectetur. Mauris pharetra gravida tempus. Proin laoreet ex enim, non lacinia est maximus sit amet. Sed nec ultricies magna. Nulla ultricies lectus sodales elit tempus frin…

You collect the page nevertheless. It's nothing if not evidence.

The towering double doors of the library slam open as private security scrambles to enter. Their weapons drawn, all eyes are in your direction. "Don't move!" Someone shouts.

Without a thought you erupt into a full sprint. Gun fire rips through the air as you barrel towards the hole in the ground. You drop to your knees, sliding along the slick tile, and falling into the basement. You barely land on your feet. Your momentum carries you into the wall ahead, but you carry on, rolling with it, and leading that same momentum into the corridor on your left.The space was dark, almost impossible to see more than a few metres ahead. Pipes shudder and shake as you pass them.

Fresh pairs of feet land behind. “No wait, don't!” one cried. It wasn’t the bullets that stopped you. The roar of gun fire in such a small space caused you to double over, clasping your ears tight. Your mouth filled with the taste of copper, as the ringing in your ear was so loud it was hard to see. Through squinted eyes, you could see the overilluminated mass of guards writhing on the floor behind you.

At this moment, you took your leave. Doubled over, you round a corner, and break line of sight. You slam into walls and pipes, still disoriented. Until you came face first with a door. As quietly as you can, you sneak behind, obscured by the dark corridor, something that you'd have missed if you hadn't run into it.

The ringing in your ears fades into the background radiation of the universe, withering away like a mint until you weren't even sure when it became nothing. But in its place was the harrowing sound of chanting. The sounds filling your mind felt at once familiar and foreign, as you begin to recall the strange words on the page you just read.

The world begins to shake as the characters from the page begin to sneak out of your bag. Ink suspended in their air around you. The world shone with the reflection of an impossible sun. With your right hand you grab your camera. Your left, however, swings madly at the shelving unit beside you, desperate for something to balance yourself with.

But instead of the shelf you grab…

[mamamittens]

Hiii, I would like a toffee milkshake with caramel syrup, with whipped cream and cherries please! Id also like to add in a white russian, alice in wonderland, and brain hemmorage! I go by "Anne" and im pretty short with long, curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. Im very deadpan but when I get desperate im a bit (very) bratty. Can be with Sabo, Zoro, or Law! Take your pick :)

As a final entry, this one is a tad longer than expected! I hope it's to your liking!

Warnings: Unprotected sex, couch sex, creampie, size kink, light degradation kink, and overstimulation.

Word Count: 2,936

The rain came in around an hour before the end of the shift. A bitter, frigid outpour of water that turned from sprinkles to a deluge in a matter of minutes. Anne smacked her head onto the counter as Zoro busied himself with cleaning the coffee pots. They still had four hours until they could leave but the borderline winter rain was scheduled to last well into the next day. Lighting lit up the rain in a static haze every so often as the wind howled by.

Absolutely no one was coming in now, that’s for sure.

“Think if we left now anyone would notice?” Anne grumbled.

“Boss has an alarm system that tells him when the doors get locked and unlocked and cameras for the front. I’m pretty sure he’d bite our heads off if we left.” Zoro huffed, equally irritated.

Zoro had been her best friend since they were in diapers, the two inseparable ever since.

“Why hasn’t he called to cancel the shift?” Anne rolled her eyes as she stared out at the indecipherable, shifting wall of rain outside. It was still a little light out, but she knew the sun was setting.

“He’s on vacation. Unless he gets a notification from the security system, he doesn’t care, remember?” Zoro reminded her.

Anne huffed and threw off her hat, taking out her ponytail that had started to give her a migraine for a while now. The relief was instant as her dark brown curls bounced past her elbows. A large, calloused hand carded through her hair and massaged her scalp. She leaned back against Zoro with a pleased hum.

“Thanks… may as well get comfortable.” Anne mumbled, removing her apron and setting it on the counter. Zoro followed suit, putting aside his own hat as well. “Think he’d notice if we turned off the lights for the signs?”

Zoro chuckled into her hair and went to shut off the neon signs. The light that used to reflect into the rain cutting off, leaving only the soft overhead lights.

“Now we really won’t get any customers.” Zoro mused. “Oh well.”

“Who the hell would be out in this weather for coffee when they could just go home?” Anne asked but Zoro could only offer a shrug.

It wasn’t like the shop was super popular or on a busy street, either. So, foot traffic was already minimal.

“So… We just camp out here until it’s time to leave?” Anne asked. Zoro squinted out the window.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to, even if we left now. I think I just saw an umbrella float down the street. Or maybe a car?”

“You did not see a car float down the street! We’d be ankle deep in water if that was the case!” Anne flinched as thunder exploded above and the lights flickered.

“Well, we can’t drive in this weather either way.” Zoro opened the door briefly and the sound of rain went from chaotic to overwhelming. He quickly slammed the door closed, arm tense against the wind as it tried to rip it from his grip. “Nope. Looks like we’re staying overnight.”

Anne felt her phone vibrate and pulled it free. Swiping away notifications about the torrential rain, warnings to shelter in place, and random social media posts. At the end of her notifications was a text from their boss.

“Hey, sorry I didn’t hear about the weather in time. Just got a call from Sanji. You two lock up, clock out, and stay where you are. Put out some bags to block the doors in case the street floods. In the morning, clean up what you can and let me know if anything needs repairs. I’ll add a bonus to your checks for the inconvenience. Power might go out, so try and stay warm and prepared.” Anne read out loud for Zoro.

“…Well, that’s that then, isn’t it?” Zoro locked the doors and moved to the back where they stored the baking supplies. Flour bags would have to do, she supposed. He retrieved the giant, bulk bags and settled them in place. The rain certainly wasn’t going to be stopping anytime soon so it was only a matter of time until the water started hitting the door. At least a little bit.

With cleaning and preparations finished, they had nothing left to do besides make some hot drinks before the power went out and decide how they were going to sleep.

“I don’t want to sleep up front if I’m being honest.” Anne commented. There were a few options. They had a small kitchen to bake in, two bathrooms, a break room, and the manager’s office. Zoro ambled over and started making a hot mocha latte for himself.

“Well, the manager’s office has a couch you could take.” Zoro offered as the lights flickered.

“And what about you? Planning on curling up on one of those plastic chairs or something?” Anne smiled, accepting the extra warm drink. At that moment, the building shook as lighting flashed.

The ambient hum of the electronics cutting out all at once, leaving only the sound of pouring rain.

“Ah… powers out.” Zoro noted, taking a sip as he glared out across the dark shop. Anne sighed, laughing a little to herself.

“Yep. Wanna bunker down for the night? We can see if two fit on that couch.” Anne asked, moving towards the back office.

With her phone as a light, they found the office remarkably clean. The manager probably tidied up before leaving on vacation so nothing sensitive was left out. The couch in question a bit small, enough for two to sit down but no one else. A decorative blanket thrown over the back.

“Yeah… there’s no way I’m fitting on that.” Zoro noted with a snort. Anne was definitely small enough to fit, barely coming up to Zoro’s chest. And he was broad too, so she couldn’t blame him for immediately dismissing the idea. The problem was that it was already getting chilly in the building.

“Maybe sitting up?” Anne asked, finishing off her drink reluctantly. It was going to be cold soon anyway, but she’d miss the warmth it provided. He sighed and plopped down on the couch, adjusting himself into a comfortable position half reclining across it. Ultimately, he slid down until his calves were hanging off one end and propped up his head.

“Better?” Zoro asked, tugging her to him. She slipped into place against him, a little surprised she fit so well. And he was pretty warm too as he pulled the blanket over them both. Anne pressed her face against his collar bone, hooking her legs between his.

This wasn’t the first time they’d been so intimately pressed against each other. Sleepovers over the years usually ended up with her clinging to his side. The cold and dark creeping in as the temperature dropped steadily.

Anne shivered, curling up more firmly against Zoro’s chest and startled a little.

She could feel his cock against her thigh, burning hot and hard.

This was… also not new. It was bound to happen at least a few times. So, just like any other time, she elected to ignore it.

When Anne started shivering again despite how hot Zoro ran and the blanket over her back, Zoro grunted. Rubbing his hand over her back as she wound her arms around his chest.

“…you’re cold.” Zoro noted, heavy hand brushing over her spine. After a moment he turned, moving to pin her between himself and the back of the couch. It was undeniably a bit warmer now, her own body heat reflected back against her back. But the position made her heart race.

The smell of oil, coffee, and that wild, grassy musk Zoro had always worn thick in her nose. His thigh pressed between hers as well as his cock, which only seemed harder than before. If Anne focused, she could hear the rain pounding the building and thunder shaking the walls. But over all that was Zoro’s steady heartbeat. She tried to adjust herself, find a less awkward position that wouldn’t press her against his cock, but it only made him grumble and squeeze her closer.

His breath washed over her hair and into her ear.

“Stop. Moving.” Zoro hissed.

“Sorry.” Anne mumbled. “It’s just…” She could tell the minute Zoro understood why she was a bit flustered. His whole body turning stiff in her arms.

“Oh. Yeah. That… Well, it’s not very surprising.” Zoro commented almost breezily. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful.” Anne quietly gasped.

Zoro was never one for compliments. Brutally honest, sure, but not typically heaping flowery praise. If he thought she was ugly as hell, he would have said something. But mentioning how beautiful he thought she was? Now that was different.

Anne laughed a little.

“I didn’t think you noticed that sort of thing.” Anne replied softly against his collarbone. He squeezed her gently with a huff.

“If its you, I’ve always noticed ‘that sort of thing’.” Zoro affirmed.

Anne lifted up her head, nose brushing his chin.

“And when were you going to tell me that?” Anne breathed, smiling as he shuddered.

“Thought it would freak you out.”

Anne laughed, pressing her lips against his throat, feeling how his pulse raced.

“Well it doesn’t… makes me happy. Even if it’s just… a looks thing.” Zoro’s whole chest moved as he sighed deeply, curling closer around her.

“Oh, it’s definitely not just a ‘looks thing’. Does that make you happy too?” his voice was low and deep, hitting down her spine in a way that made her feel warm inside and out.

“…yeah.” Anne pressed a soft kiss to his chin and he grunted.

His hands slipped down over her ass, pressing her against his erection pointedly.

“You know, there’s another way to warm up.” Zoro mentioned casually.

“On this tiny couch?”

“Would you prefer over the desk? Or maybe against the door?” Zoro chuckled, slowly grinding against her. “I kind of like how you feel, right where you are now.” Zoro confessed.

“We really shouldn’t…” Anne moaned as he managed to slot his thigh directly against her cunt. Any consideration towards the manager out the window swiftly. “W-With clothes on! I-I can’t stand being teased—oooh~ like this~”

Zoro laughed, pressing his lips to her ear.

“You can’t? Sick of waiting for me to make a move?” Zoro purred, hand slipping under the waistband of her pants and panties to slide them down her hips. His jeans quickly grinding against her cunt.

“Y-Yeah~ Z-Zor—ooh!” Anne kicked her legs desperately, shoving off her shoes and shucking her pants to the floor. The chill was instant but easy to ignore as the heat grew between her thighs. He laughed at her, gently slapping her ass before grabbing her cheek to pull her thigh over his.

“You feel that? This is what you’re shamelessly crying for—are you sure you’re ready for it?” Zoro growled, pointedly grinding the hot outline of his cock against her bare cunt. The thick curve parted her lips open even flattened against his thigh. “Wet enough you just might be, but I want to hear you say it before I ruin your cunt.”

“Y-Yes! I-I am, I w-aahhngh it, Zoro~!” Anne moaned into his neck, kissing the exposed skin desperately. “Stop teasing me and fuck me already!” Anne whined, nipping him hard.

Zoro hissed and reached his hand between them to unzip his jeans, shoving them down to free his cock. It slapped against her wet cunt like a brand.

“Don’t be a fucking brat!” Zoro sneered, slipping the head of his cock against her clit before catching in her cunt. Anne gasped, hips trying to buck away but having no room to do so as he slowly hilted. His cock almost burning as it’s size left her breathless. Cunt struggling to take his unrelenting invasion. “W-What happened to all that whining? Got nothing to say now that you’re stuck on my fat cock? All those times you sassed me when you were bored but it turns out you just needed to be fucked? I’ll keep that in mind~”

Anne keened, digging her nails into his back as he pressed her against the couch. Slowly, he ground his cock into her walls, not retreating an inch. She could feel him so damn deep, it made her chest ache. Any sense of how cold the room was gone in favor of how wide he pulled her walls apart with sheer force. Tip throbbing against her cervix, catching and nearly trying to pry that open too in a way that hurt. But it only added to the heat she felt.

How thoroughly Zoro was fucking her despite being gentle.

How fucking badly she wished he’d do it harder.

“Z-Zoro~ h-haaarder~! I-I know you can do better than this, give it to me, please~!” Anne whined.

“Ooooh, you don’t want that~ Trust me, baby, this is all you can handle right now. Your pussy can barely take what it’s got, and you think you can handle more?” Zoro chided, still slowly fucking her against the couch. “Don’t let that bratty mouth get your ass in trouble, now—just enjoy this while it lasts.”

Anne hissed, reaching up to grasp his face and pull it down. Licking up his chin until she found his lips, she desperately slipped into his mouth. Tangling with his tongue as he groaned in surprise.

He tasted of coffee and mint. Something she chased until he pressed his tongue back past her lips, taking over the kiss as he pressed his cock into her cunt as deep as it could go.

The sound of their kiss was wet and loud as he pulled back with a harsh gasp.

“Fuck. Me. Zoro.” Anne bit out, grinding her hips against his. “Or find me someone that will!”

She didn’t need to see his face to know Zoro was grinning. He nipped her lips and pressed a chaste kiss to them.

“I warned you~” Zoro chided, sliding her further under him and into the couch. Hands gripping under her thighs and nearly cradling her ass. “But you just had to be a brat!”

Zoro pulled nearly all the way out, her cunt crying out in relief as the pressure in her lower belly eased. Then the slammed into her with a loud, jarring, wet slap. The two of them bouncing off of the cushion springs below.

“OH! F-FUCK!” Anne wailed, Zoro laughing sharply as he railed into her. Mindful of the springs below so that every hard thrust had just enough space to fuck her back onto his cock before he started again. It was steady and ruthlessly disciplined, rapidly driving all thought from her as she started chanting his name. “Z-Zor-OH! Zoro! Oh-oh~ Zoro~!”

“What?!” Zoro snapped, gripping her ass hard as he struggled to keep his breathing steady. “Got nothing smart to say? No ‘more’ or ‘harder’? Is this finally good enough for you, brat?”

Anne cried out as she came with a wet gasp. Her quivering cunt still being railed at a steady, hard pace, cum squirting out with every thrust.

“YES! Y-YES! ZOROOOOooooh~! Aaaahn~!” Anne whined, squirming as the pleasure kept going. “C-Cum! C-Cum i-in me, please!”

Zoro barked out a laugh, still going steady.

“I’ll cum in this pussy when I’m damn good and ready to—brats don’t get to decide when I’m finished.” Zoro hissed over the squeaking springs, finally letting go of her ass to brace one hand on the arm rest. The other hand splaying over her stomach. Pressing down against his cock until she wailed and dropping his thumb lower to grind against her clit. Anne gripped his biceps, heart thundering as she gasped for air.

The couch groaned as Zoro suddenly pinned her deep into the cushions. Hot cum pooling into her cunt as she came. His thumb still abusing her clit. Thighs shaking, Anne swallowed hard with a moan.

“S-So good, Zoro—OH! A-AHHN~?!” Anne screamed as Zoro started up again, tilting his hips up to slam his cock in deeper. “Z-Zoro! A-Aaaahn!” she wailed, throwing her head back.

“I said ‘brats don’t get to decide when I’m finished’… Nngh! And I’m not stopping until your pussy is ruined from my cock.” Zoro laughed. “G-Gotta make it worth it to have this damn thing cleaned. No saving this pussy though, I’m making sure of that.”

He raised up her leg and pinned it on top of the couch, spreading her thighs lifting her ass for his thrusts. The room hot and filled with the wet slaps of her cunt struggling to take his cock.

“I-Is it worth it, Anne? Was the wait worth getting folded up and fucked on a couch?” Zoro asked softly.

“Yes! Yes, it was—I-I needed this—I need more~!”

Zoro laughed into the dark over her wet cunt.

“I thought we talked about that bratty mouth getting your ass in trouble, baby?” Zoro pinched her clit and she screamed. Squirting on his cock as his thrusts grew ruthless, splashing her arousal over their thighs and the couch. Even though she cried out from the overstimulation, Zoro didn’t stop.

And Anne didn’t want him to.

“More! More! O-Oh Z-Zoro, I need more!” Anne wailed until he kissed her.

“Fine! Better not hear any whining about this pussy hurting tomorrow~ S-since I know that’s just how you ask for more, you brat!” Zoro spat without any heat, much to her delight.

Zoro definitely made it worthwhile getting the couch professionally cleaned.